A Reflection...

A Poem by abhas

The pain in the blood, the pain so hard,
Lurking beneath the skin of life’s reward,
The making of a monster of a good,
Is putting things back where it should,
Entwined and scribbled notes of the past,
Are stories of geniuses who were beasts at last…
Dying in the blowing wind, served in agony’s plate,
For the prey in the fate-spider’s web it’s too late,
Incarnated through the ages in the human form,
The beauty of renaissance after the storm,
Leave it up to death to unite us all,
We will try ... again... after we fall…
Wasted words and retarded catastrophes,
Old coats and new faces always flees,
To have the cake and eat it too …
Are things to be thought thorough and through,
The endings are happy and life is so full,
Couldn’t have asked for a better fool .
Its hard to suffer and harder not to,
Because oblivion doesn’t always stick like glue,
In the end its black and white, night and day,
Time to return home in dismay,
When everything is lost and the goodbye’s all sad,
The dawn has broken with happiness clad……